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Pulling that little stunt with Jagger is going to land me in some trouble, but the look on his damn face was priceless. Instead of picking a major, I think I’ll just study up on ways to fuck with Jagger Bishop.
I have to say that flipping him off before hanging up was the icing on the cake. I did get off, but I’m now more horny than before. I want him so badly, it hurts, but I’ll never tell him that. I mean, I could always find some frat boy to get off with. I know he won’t use my body the way Jagger does, though. Nothing will ever compare to the feel of his hands on me as he fucked me from behind.
Closing my eyes, I picture him leaning over my body, kissing his way down my neck. My breathing changes. I slide my fingers under my tiny panties and run them through my juices. I’m still soaked from getting off, so they easily glide over my sensitive skin.
It doesn’t take me long to work myself up while thinking about his smug, smirking face.
A knock at my door makes me groan. Terrible fucking timing. Instead of getting up, I continue to slide my finger in and out of me. When the knocking stops, I look at the door, seeing a very sexy Jagger Bishop standing in the doorway.
A grin spreads across his face as he shuts and locks it. It doesn’t take him long to walk to the bed, but I don’t stop. If he wants to watch again, he is more than welcome to.
I rub my clit faster, a moan escaping my mouth. Jagger falls to his knees and pulls my legs up over his shoulder. My fingers continue to move, but he grabs them and pushes my hand away from my pussy.
His fingers slide over my panties before he grips them and yanks them hard, snapping the strings, letting the small piece of fabric fall to the floor.
As soon as his mouth covers my clit, I’m done for. He spears his tongue in and out of me at a delicious pace, making me want more. My fingers tangle in his hair, and I all but smother him with my vagina. I don’t care if I look desperate. I just want him to make me come.
My body is wound tightly as he continues to nibble at my clit before diving his tongue back inside. One of his hands slides up my body and grabs hold of my tit, giving it a squeeze. My hips buck and, holy fuck, I think I see stars. His mouth is amazing.
My hands grip the sheets next to my head and I moan as I come around his tongue, my body spasming. He holds me down while he continues his onslaught, running his tongue up and down my pussy until I’m completely spent.
Closing my eyes, I try to catch my breath, but he starts kissing his way up my body. “Mmm,” I groan as his lips encircle my nipple through my black lace bra. If he ruins it, too, I’m going to punch him in the nuts. His lips trail along my skin, my back arching when he latches onto my neck. Chills form on my body.
It doesn’t take him long to strip down. But before he can slide his dick into me, I place my hands firmly on his chest. “Did you shower?”
“You didn’t care when I had my tongue inside you,” he shoots back, stroking his dick. My eyes move down as I lick my lips. He’s so fucking perfect. His face, his six-pack abs, his amazing dick. Yeah, I have a serious problem when it comes to him. No matter how badly I want to, I can’t say no.
“You don’t kiss them, so I’m not worried about your tongue.” I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to smart off.
“I don’t,” he murmurs before running the tip of his dick against my pussy lips. I close my eyes, my head tipping back. Shit. It feels so damn good. “You want me not to fuck you right now?” His voice is low as he continues to slide the tip of his dick against me. “You know I wouldn’t come to you smelling like them.” He slams into me.
His thrust steals my breath. I’m having a hard time concentrating on anything other than him. He leans forward and runs his tongue along my lips, begging me for access. I know that when I do, it will all be over. Every reservation I have about him will be out the window and he’ll be the only thing I can think of for the rest of the night, if not the next damn week.
I hate him for how he makes me feel.
I hate him for being such a damn man-whore with his stupid friends.
Each thrust of his hips brings me closer to the edge. My hands slide up his muscular back as he continues to pound into me. His grunts fill my ears. I will never get tired of him. He stretches me in the most delicious of ways. When he bites my nipple, I come…hard.
My whole body feels like it’s on fire as he moves faster and faster, bringing my orgasm to higher peaks than it’s ever been.
“Jagger…,” I moan.
“Fuck, baby,” he mutters as he slams into me. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. I love being inside you.” His lips graze along my throat as he sucks and nips at my skin.
His body tenses as he thrusts a few more times, spilling inside me. His eyes close as he collapses on my body. I never like a man to use his weight to push me into the mattress, but when Jagger does it, it does something to me. Everything with him is just better.
The first time we fucked, he asked if I was a virgin. When I told him no, he was angry, but it didn’t stop him from taking me. He also asked if I was on birth control and if I was clean, which made me want to punch the smug bastard. He’s the only guy I’ve ever slept with without protection…and the only one I would.
I know he uses protection when he fucks the whores. As much as that pisses me off, there is not one damn thing I can do to change it. Sometimes I think it’s the reason he doesn’t like to fuck me. Maybe he doesn’t like to be with me after he’s with those girls, but each time we’ve been together, none of them matter. It’s just him and me.
He rolls us over, and I rest my head on his chest. Being like this is what I live for, but I know it won’t matter in a few hours. It never does.
He runs his fingers down my body. He’s always quiet when it comes to anything important, so I can only imagine what he’s thinking.
“Just spit it out already,” I finally bite out. I hate silence. It reminds me of how weak I once was, making me think of the night Ryan Reese tried to force me to suck his dick at a party. That evening, I ran to Jagger’s apartment in the pouring rain. I cried on his shoulder while I tried to forget everything Ryan said and tried to do.
“Just trying to work something out in my head,” he whispers, running his fingers through my hair.
